Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

Asher loves wines and partying, but it's sad her beautiful life was cut short on that very black Friday. "You guys have a lot going on back here." Julius said looking around. "Yes, really. It's Asher's little secret" I said. "I am sorry about your friend, Helion. I..." He began to apologise as I came close to him putting up my finger on his mouth to stop him from what he wanted to say. Staring at my lips, he gently pushed me over against the wall and brought his mouth so close to mine. It was very tempting. He gulped and look me in the eyes, circling the tip of his nose on mine. I couldn't take the torture anymore and I gave in to it. I took his mouth on mine, savouring every inch of his lip

Pushing me toward Orion while still holding old dislike in his chest. The cars stopped in front of the mansion. My heart slammed harder as we stayed seated. Ash’s grip tightened around my hand when the doors opened and guards stepped out first. Then a white-haired boy walked out. Thin black shirt. Shorts. “That’s hot,” Ash said. A head shake followed, knowing he had already found his next bad idea. A quiet hope followed that his mate would one day pull him into something steadier. The air shifted. My body knew before my mind caught up. That scent. Chocolate and cinnamon. Comfort and heat. Years had passed since the last time it wrapped around me, yet it hit just the same.

For Shasha becoh, Finishing that bitter cup of coffee was like drinking poison. She felt that every drop that touched her tounge was stinging it and as she gulped it down her throat, she could feel it move through her food pipe and entering her stomach. The coffee wasn't supposed to be that bitter but Zieve had already given instructions to the staff to use pure coca beans for it without a single grain of sugar or artificial sweetners. The attendents infact even warned him that it would become too bitter and would be difficult to consume but they weren't aware that he was doing it on purpose. He even smirked when they tried to give an explanation for it and that didn't made him budge. He ins

Before he could react, I jerked his monstrous cock rapidly. My eyes dripped onto the head of his cock covered in frosting. My mouth watered at the sight, and I couldn’t resist running my tongue over the tip, tasting the frosting. It tasted so fucking good. It wasn’t that sweet, just enough to my liking. “Ah,” he moaned. “How does it taste?” he managed to ask. I smirked. “Tastes better on your cock.” My grip around his shaft tightened, making him groan. His hips jerked involuntarily, a low groan escaping his lips. I licked the frosting, making sure it was completely clean. He cursed repeatedly under his breath.

Ace called after us, “You got froyo without me?” “You’re literally here to get some,” Asher shot back. “That’s not the point! I was gonna buy you mint choco!” Asher stopped dead, turned, and said, horrified, “I hate mint chocolate.” Ace froze. “Wait…what?” “That shit is disgusting.” “Damn…” And then, of course, all three of them burst out laughing. Asher gave them each a quick fist bump before tugging me out the door again leaving me confused yet amused by their interaction.

A line not meant to be crossed without bleeding for it. The snow beyond wasn’t truly snow anymore. It wore a skin of frost, yes—but underneath, something glistened wrong. Not with reflections, but refractions. The light bent through it as if what lay beneath remembered blood. Then the scent hit. Not suddenly, but slow, curling in like smoke nosing under a door. Blood. Thick, iron-rich. It clotted in the air, ripe and heavy, like it had been spilled and left to ferment. Beneath that: sulfur. Acrid and bitter. A ghost of flame that hadn’t burned clean.

Asha was already warm and gooey with all of her old feelings being stirred up and mixing with the new ones Young was evoking. If she could describe herself right now she’d be a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, with someone trying to eat it before it had a chance to cool down. And Young was definitely trying to eat her alive inside and out.

“Now.” Ashton shot me a look, his jaw tightening. I could see it in his eyes—he didn’t trust this any more than I did. But what choice did we have? We had already come this far, stepped into something we barely understood, and now there was no turning back. He exhaled sharply through his nose before lifting the goblet to his lips. My pulse hammered against my ribs as I followed his lead. The moment the liquid touched my tongue, an icy shiver crawled down my spine. It was thick, heavier than it should have been, and tasted like ashes and rot, like something that had been buried for too long.

The way she savored each spoonful of ice cream, her eyes lighting up with delight, made her look absolutely adorable. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold sweetness, and a tiny smudge of chocolate sauce lingered at the corner of her lips. Asher resisted the urge to reach out and wipe it away, realizing that such an intimate gesture might startle her. Instead, he admired her from afar, captivated by her genuine joy and childlike innocence.

“Yeah. I didn't know it was you either. Please, have a seat.” “Thank you,” she slid into the seat across from me. Then she looked down at the sundae. “Does it taste good?” “It does.” I said and called the waiter over. “I'll have an extra strawberry sundae and some …” “Actually, can you add one more to go? Ashie had a thing for sweets. They're his kryptonite.” Lia laughed lightly. Hold up. Ashie? What is that supposed to be? His nickname? It sounds made-up and Godawful. I bet Asher wouldn't even like it.